Late at night, in a lonely mountain temple, the lights flashed and the man in black wearing a hat looked at the man kneeling on the ground coldly, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"I did not intend to lose my license plate. I went to the agreed place to get the letter. When I came back, I found that the inn had been searched by the Linhuai County yamen runners and all the things were taken away by them. I didn't expect it, but I had burned the order before leaving, so they would not find anything." The person kneeling on the ground was very frightened, and he kowtowed repeatedly, "Please spare me this time, and I will never dare again next time."

"If you hadn't committed suicide without authorization and alarmed Linhuai County Government, how could they find you? You don't need to explain anymore. Your recklessness almost ruined the operation and the crime was killed!" The man in black waved his hand, and two big men next to him raised their swords and fell. Before the kneeling people begged for mercy, the heads had already rolled down to the ground.

The man in black snorted, and suddenly turned around and respectfully said to Yamashiro behind him: "Chief, do you think you want this action...?"

After a while, a low and slightly hoarse voice suddenly came from behind the statue of the mountain god, "The small county in Linhuai is not worth worrying about. Take action as planned. Remember! We gathered and dispersed on the same day, and we took advantage of the gathering of Jinyiwei in Fengyang and did not return. This is our only opportunity."

"Yes! I'll go and arrange it now." The man in black bowed and walked out of the mountain temple quickly. Several great men quickly dealt with the body and soon disappeared into the dark night. A gust of cold wind blew, and the lights in the hall flashed. A middle-aged scholar walked out from behind the mountain god statue. He had a sarcoma on his nose, which looked extremely ferocious under the lights of lights.

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Haotang Town is not the place name of Linhuai County, but a town name in Dingyuan County, neighboring county. It is named after Linhaotang Mountain and is under the jurisdiction of Dingyuan County. Haotang Mountain is steep and has rugged rocks. The big rocks are covered with vines and shrubs. Occasionally, a few towering ancient trees have been grown. An official road passes through the center of the saddle-shaped mountain. There are cliffs on both sides of the stone steps. It is early spring, and it is raining lightly, the air is wet and cold, and the road in front of the mountain road is muddy, making the road more difficult.

That afternoon, a group of officials in public uniforms came to the official road north of Haotang Mountain. It was Li Wei who was carrying five or six brothers. Although the flying squirrels in Chizhou had escaped from Linhuai County, Wang Sanbao's death was in ease. He immediately asked for an order from Magistrate Zhang to go south to Dingyuan County to arrest the criminals. Of course, he could not perform official duties without authorization in Dingyuan County. At least he had to say hello to Dingyuan County.

"Fifth brother, after passing the East Haoshui River before, it is Haotang Mountain, and the south of the mountain is Haotang Town. Walking forward for more than ten miles is Dingyuan County." Zhang Erhu, who spoke, was from Dingyuan County. Later, he went to Linhuai County to take a son-in-law. When he saw that Li Weizheng seemed not familiar with the places outside Linhuai County, he gave advice.

Today is the seventh day of the first lunar month. The sky was covered with clouds since the morning, and it soon started to drizzle. At this moment, the rain seemed to be heavier. Li Wei was looking at the sky and searching around again. Suddenly, he saw a stone pavilion on the ground in front of him. He turned around and said to everyone: "Everyone, go to the pavilion to take a rest!"

Several yamen runners were tired and hungry, and they were about to cross the mountain, and they were complaining in their hearts when the fifth brother suddenly asked them to rest, and the few people were rushing to run to the ground.

The pavilion was very spacious and clean. Several yamen runners put their luggage down and lay down in a row. Some drank water and some ate dry food. Li Wei walked to a stone tablet in the pavilion and read the inscription with great interest. During this period, he was addicted to the conversion between simplified and traditional characters. He had already gained something. He was intrigued by the change of simplified and traditional characters. He was intrigued and read wherever he went.

‘A minister with a high position is only a member of the family, and he will be exhausted for three generations. He paved roads and built bridges and benefited the villagers. He will be remembered for thousands of generations.

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Li Wei was stunned when he saw the signature below, "Li Shanchang". There was another name behind him that was a little blurred, but the three words "Hu Weiyong" could still be seen faintly.

If no matter whether a person's thoughts change or his personality matures, although they are a process of gradual change, there is always a critical point, an incident that occurs by chance, which is called "Bangkong". This accident can also be said to be inevitable. It is a turning point for quantitative change and qualitative change. For Li Weizheng, the signature of this stone tablet seemed to be a blow and suddenly woke him up.

He walked slowly to the highest point of the hill with his hands behind his back, immersed in the dense drizzle, with the mountains undulating and green mountains in the distance, and the water of the wool was winding and detouring under his feet, but his thoughts had already flown thousands of miles away, wandering in the dust of six hundred years. He stared at the distant green mountains and dawns, but he remembered some things that the tour guide had said when he was traveling to the Ming Palace in Nanjing. Several famous figures in the early Ming Dynasty, Hu Weiyong, Li Shanchang, Mu Ying, Lan Yu, and Feng Sheng were all fellow villagers. They were from Dingyuan County.

The name of county is like a key to open his memory. The memories of his previous life are coming like a tide. After Zhu Yuanzhang's dynasty, large-scale murders have been endless. Hu Weiyong case, Kong seal case, Guo Heng case, Lan Yu case spanned decades, and more than 100,000 Ming officials' families were destroyed. Then Zhu Di even used extremely cruel killings to deal with the old ministers of Emperor Jianwen. It was this time and time that the tragic massacres broke the backbone of the Ming Dynasty, planted the roots of the Ming Dynasty, and caused China to fall into two hundred years of darkness after the Ming Dynasty, and himself.

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Li Wei was staring at the Haoshan and Hao River shrouded in misty rain. It is now the 23rd year of Hongwu, and there are still eight years before Jingnan. The heaviness of history is so depressing that he can't say a word.

"That man, let me talk." Someone suddenly called him in the distance, but Li Weizheng was silent in the interweaving of history and reality, and was unaware of it.

"Fifth brother, someone is looking for you." Jia Laoliu rushed over, pulled Li Weizheng's clothes, and immediately pulled him back from his historical insights.

He turned around blankly, "Who is looking for me?"

I saw a large group of people appearing on the other side of the pavilion at some point, and the person in charge was waving to him, "This is a man, please come here, my master has something to ask for advice."

"Who are they?" Li Weizheng asked as he walked.

"They all have accents in the capital, probably from the officials. They have a big show and actually have more than 60 bodyguard entourages."

Li Wei was walking into the pavilion and saw that each of them was holding a horse, tall and strong, and carrying a lot of things immediately. Two people stood in front of the stone tablet in the pavilion. They were about thirty years old and fair-skinned. They were obviously scholars. One of them wore a square scarf on his head, a white silk robe, a silver ribbon on his waist, and a folding fan in his hand. He was calm and composed, and was talking to the people next to him. Although the people around him were dressed roughly the same, he bowed slightly and listened to the people in front of him respectfully. Their status was obvious at a glance. From the colors of the two people wearing clothes, Li Wei Zheng knew that their identities were different. They could wear brightly colored clothes, at least they had fame.

"Young master, he is here." A follower stepped forward to report.

The man in white turned around, looked him up and down, and smiled and said, "You are their heads?" He pointed at Zhang Erhu, Jia Laoliu and others.

"That's right." Li Weizheng bowed to him, "What's the matter with me if you want me?"

"That's right," the young man in white robe pondered for a moment and asked, "I heard that someone reported that the magistrate of Linhuai County had set up a prison to make money. Is there any such incident?"

Li Wei was so sad that he was a man. His condescending tone was like a high-ranking official visit on a private visit, but he was like a young boy who was ignorant of the world. He actually asked himself if the county magistrate Zhang had set up a prison privately. It was quite like a tiger's slut. Isn't he afraid of telling Zhang County that he had a evidence of destruction? This is the territory of Fengyang Mansion. Judging from his pomp and tone, is his surname Zhu?

As soon as the thought came, Li Weizheng did not dare to look down on him, so he bowed and replied, "Recommended to this young master's words, County Magistrate Zhang is my boss, so he did not have any faults of his subordinates' personal vilification of his boss. Please forgive me, my son, it is really hard for me to answer."

The young master raised his head and smiled, "It seems that I was abrupt, but I heard that a censor had impeached you, County Magistrate Zhang, so I couldn't help asking. I'm so sorry."

"I am just a little captain. I dare not hear about major events in the temple and say goodbye." Li Wei was holding the horse and waved his hand to everyone, "Let's go!"

Several yamen runners quickly packed their luggage, followed him quickly to leave the pavilion, and headed towards Haotang Mountain.

As they walked away, another man in gray walked up and smiled: "This man is just a low-key yamen runner. If the young master talks to him, wouldn't he have a shi identity?"

"Mr. Fang doesn't understand." The man in white robe stared at Li Weizheng's back and shook his head gently, "We came all the way in a very small way. I don't know how many yamen runners we met. Which yamen runners were not arrogant and domineering. But when these yamen runners came in, they all took the initiative to give up their seats and knew the truth and politeness. It can be seen that their leaders are usually restrained, and this person is neither humble nor arrogant, neither bears nor protects his shortcomings, which is even more valuable. Seeing the big ones from the small, it can be seen that this person is open and honest, so why do you say the word "humble"?"

The man named Fang blushed and immediately bowed and said, "I know my mistake, please punish me."

"What's the point of punishment for a small matter?" The young man in white turned his head and stared at Hu Weiyong's name on the stone tablet. After a while, he sighed slightly: "The yellow crane will never come back, and the white clouds will be gone for thousands of years."

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The mountain road is covered with bluestone slabs, and the mud on the stone slabs is washed by rain. The road is much easier to walk. You can climb over the hills by walking five or six miles of mountain road. Although the mountains in this area are steep and steep, and all of them are huge rock structures, the trees are quite lush. Ancient trees that have been around for thousands of years can be seen everywhere. In addition, the drizzle makes there not many people coming and going, so the hill looks gloomy.

Zhang Erhu and his friends have been in contact with each other many times and turned a blind eye to the scenery. However, Li Wei was curiously looking at the towering ancient trees rooted on the rocks and thought to himself: "If this hill is set to be a national forest park in the future, it will be a good sign for attracting investment."

After walking a while, a dilapidated pavilion appeared on the hill, which seemed to be enshrined with a stone pillar that looked like a hammer. It was touched black and shiny. A plaque hung on the pavilion, which was eroded by wind and rain, and the handwriting was almost gone, but it could still be barely recognized: Zhaoditing.

At this moment, the pavilion was quite lively. In the drizzle, dozens of small stalls were set up all the way next to a black pine forest, including tea and cakes, fortune tellers, stalls and gambling, etc., which was a bit like the small vendors in the tourist attractions of later generations. However, this is a major transportation road, and it is normal for vendors to have a stall. There are more than a dozen passers-by sitting in front of the stalls to drink tea and eat. Li Wei was leading his horse to walk by the side. For some reason, he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

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(The new book is uploaded for a week and basically achieves its goal. The long journey of new book will begin tomorrow. Book friends, let’s fight with Lao Gao!)
Chapter completed!